Inside the Flying Boat, two Yellow Turban Strongmen removed the screen, revealing three armchairs arranged in a row.
Pang Long stepped forward and sat in the third chair.
Chen Wei sat in the middle, holding a steaming cup of Immortal Tea, while Ma Muzhi sat on the left, utterly at ease.
Pang Long sat on the right, gently laughing as he waved his fan.
"Lord Chen!" The Flood Demon King gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "I sincerely wish to submit to the Heavenly Court! As for a pledge of allegiance, you needn't trouble yourself. I'll personally fetch those four beasts' heads as a first-meeting gift for you!"
His words seethed with murderous intent!
Chen Wei, however, did not respond.
He raised his teacup to his lips, first blowing on the leaves, then skimming off the foam with the lid.
"Why all this talk of fighting and killing when we've only just met?" Chen Wei took a small sip and shook his head with a sigh. "Flood Demon King, this is a Flying Boat of the Heavenly Court. We're all immortals who abide by the rules. What sort of decorum is this, going on about beheading and skinning people? Show some refinement!"
"You're absolutely right, Lord Chen!" The Flood Demon King swallowed his temper and forced an ingratiating smile, feeling stifled beyond measure.
Was he stifled?
Of course he was!
In terms of cultivation and combat prowess, never mind these three combined-even if thirty more came, he could reveal his true form and pulp them along with this Flying Boat with a single sweep of his tail.
But he could not attack.
They wore the official robes of the Heavenly Court. They were not formidable, but the authority in their hands was terrifying.
A wild demon could claim a